my shoes are blue

Things that have happened in a kindergarten art class

- *is wearing a flowery dress* “look at my grandma dress!”

- “are you thirty?” (I am sixteen)

- “I need more blue paint” “you’ve covered your whole paper, dude” “more blue”

- (Same child, 0.2 sec later) “can I have a blue marker?”

- “can you tie my shoe?” *I bend down to tie his shoe* *he starts to pet me like a dog*

- “do you know my sister?” “What’s her name?” “I dont know”

- “Watch this!” *proceeds to fall off of his stool*

- “What’s my favorite animal?” (asked as a genuine question, poor thing didnt know)

- “I like your pants! I love the deadpool movie!” (said by a FIVE YEAR OLD)

- “Can we watch the Lorax again?” “No, the disc is scratched” *screams*

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
2

Converse High

if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.
5

Some of my favorite parts of the Lightning Thief Musical:

-THE SONGS ARE SO PERFECT. HOLY CRAP. It’s this angsty rock musical and it fits everything perfectly.

-Sally sprays Febreeze wherever Smelly Gabe goes.

-“Are you ever wearing pants again?” “NOPE!”

-Mr. D kept slamming his folding chair into a wall and it’s hilarious.

-Chiron was just a dude in a jacket with a tail sticking out of his pants. But he galloped everywhere.

-“Liiiiiiiiiife just couldn’t be worse when your parents run the universe.”

-*Percy recognizes Annabeth from when he was semi-conscious* “You’re my dream girl!”

-“Who’s your dad?” “A history professor.” “Oh, your mom is-” “Athena. Sexist much?” “No, I love girls!” *Grover and Luke crack up in the background*

-Annabeth’s whole song. It fit her characterization perfectly.

-The way they revealed the story of Thalia’s tree was gorgeous and super emotional.

-The Lotus Hotel scene, aka the best easter egg ever. “Excuse me, how long have you been here?” “Oh, me and my brother just got here yesterday. May first, 1939!”

-Charon was a woman and had an amazing song.

-“What did he want with my shoes?” “They were really nice shoes.”

-Toilet paper + leaf blowers + blue lighting = super cool water.

-“It’s a do-it-yourself statue kit.” “Oh!” *Sally starts to open box* “WAIT NO! It’s Medusa’s head.”

-When Luke was revealing that he was siding with the Titans, he reprised Percy’s song “Good Kid” from act one and it was super intense.

-“You met my dad?! …Did he mention me?” Clarisse, my daughter.

That is all I can think of but it was so amazing and I am Emotional.

@probablypartypoison

bright-powerful-ember  asked:

It's been a while. Have any of you checked Tord's pulse?


Patryck: Have you checked at all?

Edd: I did a little bit ago..

Patryck:  It would probably be a ideal to check it again.

blue suede shoes | part one of ?

a beauty and the beast fic

Summary: Once upon a time, @uncledisney suggested that pre-curse trash baby Prince Adam would be the human embodiment of snark and wear Heelys so that he could be a grade-A asshole. (Read more on that here and here.) This is what would happen if he found those wheely suckers after the curse was broken.

Word Count: 1187

Adam hadn’t dared to go into the deep corners of the West Wing since before he met Belle.

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Paterson Poem

Glow

When I wake up earlier than you and you
are turned to face me, face
on the pillow and hair spread around,
I take a chance and stare at you,
amazed in love and afraid
that you might open your eyes and have
the daylights scared out of you.
But maybe with the daylights gone
you’d see how much my chest and head
implode for you, their voices trapped
inside like unborn children fearing
they will never see the light of day.
The opening in the wall now dimly glows
its rainy blue and gray. I tie my shoes
and go downstairs to put the coffee on.